I got it(interlude type)

Bitch, if I said that I'ma make it, I'ma make it It ain't been took a thousand years to get the

Ticket I'm celebrating like I won a lotto ticket

I'm in the kitchen and I whip a lot of spices We getting bacon, dawg, we getting bacon

I'm with my niggas and we whip a lot of spices We getting bacon, dawg, we getting bacon

I'm with my niggas and we whip a lot of spices I'm stacking paper, are you a hater? I'll see you later

No matter, don't wear no leather, can't choose the swagger I'm better, but never bigger than any nigga

I'm sicker, you know Madiba, don't change a nigga I'm a feeler, a bottle tipper, the Grim Reaper

A leader, a mini speaker, call me the teacher Young nigga, a gold digger, a pig stealer

One feeler, wanna remind you, just to remember My nigga, back in December, Juju Malema

The cover, he was the winner, better than Timber, we took a trip we go to Malibu